I woke up, to see Scootaloo snuggled up next to me. “Scared?” I asked gently, stroking her wavy orange and pink hair.
Scootaloo nodded. “What happened?” I asked.
“I dreamt- I dreamt that my mom died.” she whispered.
“Shh.” I said. “I have them too. I used to. About the fall formal. When I turned into that raging she-demon, remember?”
My name is Sunset Shimmer and I am 16 years old. I live in District 12. I am an orphan. I have no parents, no one. I’m not even from around here. I’m from Equestria. I left Scootaloo snuggled against my soft toy, yes, I still have one, and I got of bed quietly and put my blue mini dress and jeans on, and my black leather jacket. I then pulled on some light grey socks and my black high leather boots. I raced out, into the open, going under the barbed wire, finding my bow and arrow. I sat in wait, inside a bush, waiting in ambush for a deer. A rustle, a beautiful doe appeared. I got an arrow out of the quiver, before placing it. My arm shook slightly, as I waited for the correct moment. Nearly. Then he came up behind me. Sandalwood.
When we first met, I had barely whispered my name.
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Sunset Shimmer.” I had whispered very quietly.
He didn’t catch it, so he assumed I was Snzt Shmmr. And to make it worse, he could not pronounce vowels then.
That nickname kind of stuck with us.
“Happy Survival Games,” said Sandalwood. “Snzt.”
I giggled. “You too. And may the odds be ever in your favour.”